So after hours of tears, a counselling session and yet another marital shouting match I surrender.
My counsellor said this is not the option. I shouldn't just step back and let them do what they want to me. I should use my voice now I've found it and trust myself, despite what others or my inner self say.
I wrote my letter as suggested. My voice. Outlining my hurts and alternatives.
My husband read it. I've been left feeling unable to send it. It might upset someone.
Yup. Again. Somebody else might be upset. We can't have that. I owe her. I owe her my life.
Do you know what? I hate her for that. I hate my stupid self for sharing with her. If I hadn't, if she hadn't, then I wouldn't be on this runaway train where my whole life has been ruined. I would be free. I would have died with a small amount of my dignity and reputation as a nice person intact.
Now I don't know what to do. Be true and stand up for myself. Ignoring what might hurt others. Or step down. Give up and pretend. Pushing my needs down to be what makes others feel better and comfortable.
So you win. I surrender. I accept that you are better than me. My views don't matter. It's not worth the effort. No meeting. No letter. Just a white flag.
Tomorrow is a new day, Full of new promises, When you rush through the day, Tomorrow is always there to say, Don't worry tomorrow it can be done, Tomorrow we can try again. Tomorrow's exciting promise, Every morning when you wake. A bit more time to finish today. More time to play They say Don't leave till tomorrow, Why you can do today. Sometimes tomorrow seems the same. Tomorrow is so different from today. No joy before you settle down, Tomorrow you'll still feel like you'll drown. What if tomorrow never came? What if today was the end. Would you regret the things you put off? Would you ponder if that phonecall, That text, that knock on the door, Shouldn't have been tomorrow's chore? Would you beg for another tomorrow? Would you mourn your yesterday. Today someone needs you. That phone call can't wait. A chat, a cuddle, a hand to hold, Responding may mean more than gold. So don't put it off, don't delay. Someone...
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